She was glad that she had this chance to teach the kids in school. It is something that she had always wanted. She felt this gave her life more meaning. And of course all her friends knew how much she wanted to teach. They had heard her talk about it for ages now. Today was her first day at school and she walked back home feeling satisfied with what she had been doing. She felt important and generous - at the end of her first day of social work. With a smug grin she walked up to the gate of her apartment.
The watchman’s little son was playing outside with his friends. While all his friends played with paper boats, he was looking at the paper in his hand with an intense concentration. Six years old and he had never seen the insides of a school. The letters on paper looked like drawings to him. Having seen his friends spend time on similar drawings, he wondered what stories this paper held. ‘Wonder what it says’, he said to himself. His pa couldn’t send him to school as his salary was inadequate for that- especially after he had spent it on all essentials like liquor. She saw the kid struggling with the paper. With a frown creasing her forehead she asked – “Venu, why are you wasting your time with that paper? Did you pump water today? We ran out of water around this time yesterday.” The boy looked up with a start and said – “Yes Madam. I switched on the pump quite some time back.” She acknowledged his answer with a nod as she walked in.
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